“Honey, what is the pyrimidine base in a DNA?” Was the first thing my dad asked as soon as I closed the front door behind me, Raymond having left the last of their luggage at our doorstep.

“Not this again!” My mom gave a dramatic eye roll. “We just got back from a 4-hour drive, aren’t you the least bit tired?”

“Just catching up with our daughter, Tasha. Being a good dad and watching out for her isn’t a crime.” Dad defended himself, which simply made me and my mother groan. ...